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HITTEMORE 






New Vork 
Thomas V. Prowell ^ jZo. 






Copyright, I 8.87, 
By THOMAS Y. CROWELL & CO. 




'f'he Ocean looketh up to Heaven 
As 't were a living thing, 
The homage of its waves is given 
In ceaseless worshipping 




They kneel upon the sloping sand, 
As bends the human knee, 
A beautiful and tireless band, 
The Priesthood of the Sea ! 



They pour the glittering treasures. out 
Which in the deep have birth, 
And chant their awful hymns about 
The advancing hills of earth. 




The green earth sends its incense up 
From every mountain shrine, 
From every flower and dewy cup 
That greeteth the sunshine. 



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The mists are lifted from the rills 
Like the white wing of prayer ; 

They lean above the ancient hills 
As doing homage there. 





The forest tops are lowly cast 
O'er breezy hill and glen, 

:As if a prayerful spirit pass'd 
On Nature as on men. 



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The clouds weep o'er the fallen world 

E'en as repentant love. 
Ere to the blessed breeze unfurl'd 



They fade in light above. 





Thy sky is as a temple's arch. 
The blue and wavy air 
Is glorious with the spirit-march 
Of messengers of prayer. 



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The gentle moon, the kindling sun, 
The many stars, are given 
As shrines to burn earth's incense on 
The altar-fires of heaven ! 














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